walking in a winter wonderland. (MINGLE)

[mirroromirror]

Who: Everyone on the planet!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Snow planet, it's a winter wonderland~
When: From when the planet is in reach until it's time to leave!

[ ooooh the weather outside is frightful

but the fire is soooo delightful

and since we've got places to goooo

let it snow, let it snow, let it snow! ]

[ ooc: link to planet info! ]

Comments

[heresyandlace]

My previous prisons were better than this one, I've decided. There's something thoroughly unsettling about not being connected to the ground for so long...

[and he pauses... mostly to see if she's going to fall through the ice. and there's a little sigh when she doesn't.]

...And when we do settle on solid ground again, it's places like this.

I don't like it.

[aberrant_type]

Why not? [Just tossing that question out there lightly. It all reminds her of the old days... being a recruit, struggling with winter training... she leans her head back, exhales. Even the steam, just like home. Though she's had better company for forays outside.]

I hope we stop off near an ocean sometime. I'd like to see that.

[heresyandlace]

[ugh, he offers a little sound of disgust at the mention of the ocean, too. another thing he doesn't like.]

There's nothing for me up there. Connected to nothing. It makes me feel...

[tipping his head one way while he considers. it's all harmless-enough information for someone who already knows that he's something far from human, and being able to complain about it is kind of nice.]

...blind, I suppose.

[aberrant_type]

[She keeps walking, thinking about that. Connected...]

So what are you connected to normally?

[heresyandlace]

Everything.

[so matter-of-fact about it. and a little smug.]

[aberrant_type]

Fascinating... does it have anything to do with that clammy aura that's hanging around you?

[heresyandlace]

I wouldn't call it clammy.

...But yes, probably.

[aberrant_type]

Definitely clammy. Like cold wet hands. Sorry.

[heresyandlace]

Only as clammy as your aura is hairy.

[aberrant_type]

Is it hairy? You can detect things like that?

[heresyandlace]

It's a buzzing, growing, bristly, living feeling.

Hairy. Like a pile of rats.

[aberrant_type]

[She steps closer to him... grinning.]

I'm flattered!

[heresyandlace]

[ha, he grimaces a little through his smile. it's still somehow a mostly-goodnatured expression though.]

...You would be, wouldn't you.

[aberrant_type]

[She leans in closer, keeping the muzzle of the gun pointed skywards still.]

As far as I'm concerned there are advantages to being quick-living, furry, living, growing, buzzing and mammalian.

[heresyandlace]

Quick to live, quick to populate, quick to die.

[such a lovely casual conversation they're having.]

[aberrant_type]

Exactly.

[She grins. Hange is far more wolflike than ratlike, in many ways. And then turns and sets off across the snow again as if they weren't just being completely creepy at each other.]

[heresyandlace]

[he's still voting ratlike, but he's well aware of just how clever and vicious rats can really be.]

It's not my style, personally... but I find it more admirable than many of my kind do, at least.

It's a fascinating struggle to watch.

[aberrant_type]

[Like she said... she's flattered. Rats are survivors, after all. If humanity can survive, she'll be happy.]

Oh, I'm sure it is... I'm sure it is.

[heresyandlace]

You humans are the race closest to the dirt and the beasts, you know. It makes you special.

[and he... really kind of does sound as though he means it as a compliment.]

[aberrant_type]

[He'd have to get much closer to her than he is for those words to have any sting, whether he means them for a compliment or not - and Tek being Tek, he will never get that close to her.

As such, it's more or less easy to just let Tek wash off her. She's met his type so many times before.]

Well... I can't say that circumstances at home lend me much basis for comparison, so I suppose I'll take your word for it.

[heresyandlace]

[it's something that he likes talking about anyway, and only to humans that he holds at least a strong tolerance or light fondness for. so he just continues, since there isn't anything else more interesting about their rather vacant woodland surroundings.]

Well, it's true. The other races were all created to be closer to the gods, and none of them have whatever it is that humans do.

[aberrant_type]

[A strong tolerance or light fondness, huh? So which is it?

She listens but keeps going, not really looking at him but looking around. Such a freezing world, evergreens blanketed with snow around them, or deciduous trees scraping black branches against the sky as blank as a new parchment.

Does the season ever change? What would it be like in six months...]

Why bother with the difference?

[heresyandlace]

Between the races? Every god had their own clever idea of what to make. They all broke off and threw in different parts of themselves, used different ingredients, tweaked the recipe to suit their tastes.

Only one of them decided to dig really deep into the grimy stuff that makes up the insides of the mortal plane, however... and thus was the human race.

Brutal and vital and completely mad.

[he says with both disgust and fondness.]

[aberrant_type]

[She laughs again in the throat, a noise that ought to be familiar by now - it's how she's laughed at him sometimes before.

Some people have applied words like that to her, in varying combinations at various times. This aberrant-type human can't deny that sometimes they're a little true, but knows just as well they're not all there is...]

What a list of qualities! You make humans sound so... scary.

[heresyandlace]

Some creatures find them terrifying. And some find them delicious.

And it's all for the same sorts of reasons.

[and there is the point that he's been circling for a while now.]